A little Anon had cued him in on Echo’s stress lately, as well as a certain something he could do to cheer her up, and Tamatoa was happy to oblige. Since the smaller monster had been using his old bowtie as a bed lately, the crab had gotten his hands on another one... This one colored bright gold and decorated with sparkling rhinestones, making the whole accessory dazzle like a disco ball.
He crept up behind her as she did her homework, not exactly subtly since that would’ve been a lost cause, but as he leaned down closer to her, he pulled out the stalactite he had used during the last time he had crooned. He took a deep breath, and then in his warmest, smoothest tones, began to sing.
~♫ “Those fingers in my hair
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft
And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?” ♫~
His clawtip rested gently on one of her shoulders, and his cheek pressed gently against the other.
~♫ “'cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although I know it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says "Yes, indeed" in me
‘Proceed with what you're leadin' me to’” ♫~